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Army of grapevine
Tells you about this guarded city
And the olive trees gesture you
With their leaning branches
The oranges opposite you
Singing the wind some songs
Cover your eyes with your kerchief
Adelaide the green heaven
Is going to offer you a gratuity
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Southerner
Her forehead is a desert
Her arms are boon's gardens.
Her breasts are barred mountains
Wooing a bird under the sun
Her hair is woodlands
The dust is its tint
And on her feet
There is heavy traffic
Adelaide
Its prairies are a flower
Its streets are like a lit convent
And its lamps are the convent's candles
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